'Cela bellisittus nel sinceritus.'

There's beauty in honesty.

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A staggering heart beats in panic. Crimson and violet hues swirl within Kiora's mind. She descends the staircase and stops by a window. The flustered Daemik is caught in uncertainty. 'Should I tell Luce?' She wonders while fighting back tears.

Kiora watches grey clouds drift along the sky. Their wispy puffs appear playful. However, a heart trapped in bitter sorrow is unable to find bemusement in ...